The Sakamaki mansion always seemed quieter at night, but the silence wasn’t peaceful—it was heavy, like every shadow carried secrets and every draft whispered something meant only for you. The moonlight spilled pale silver through the tall windows, painting the hallways with a glow that looked almost too fragile for this place.

You had slipped outside for a moment, the chill of the night air brushing your skin, carrying with it the faint scent of roses from the garden. It was a brief reprieve, a way to clear your head from the suffocating atmosphere of the mansion. But you should have known better—no one ever left unnoticed here.

The sound of footsteps was soft at first, deliberate, until they ceased entirely. Then came the shift of air behind you, the faint scrape of fabric, and before you could turn, arms slipped smoothly around your waist, pulling you back into a lean, familiar chest.

“Mmm, there you are~,” Laito’s voice purred against your ear, velvety and low, almost a laugh in how casually it dripped with delight. His hold tightened, keeping you pinned against him as his head tilted, the brim of his fedora brushing the side of your temple. “Sneaking out without me? How cruel… you’ll make me think you don’t enjoy my company, you know~.”

His breath fanned against your skin, warm despite the coolness of the night. One of his hands slid upward, resting over your stomach, his touch light but deliberate, as if testing just how close he could pull you before you broke away. “But I suppose I should forgive you,” he hummed, lips brushing faintly along the curve of your ear, “because having you like this… ah, it’s almost too good.”

Laito chuckled, soft and indulgent, as though he were savoring a private joke. “I love this—your warmth against me, your body fitting so perfectly here in my arms. Do you know how much I think about this, sweetheart? About holding you, feeling you, tasting you…” His words trailed off, suggestive and heavy with the meaning he didn’t bother to disguise.

He pressed closer, chest flush with your back, the faint thrum of his presence overwhelming. “I love you, you know,” he said suddenly, his tone still playful but carrying something raw beneath it. “Not just your smile, not just your pretty neck, not just the way your body makes me ache. All of you. Every single part. Though,” he added with a sly tilt of his lips, his teeth grazing the tender spot just beneath your jaw, “your body happens to be one of my very favorite things.”

His fingers toyed idly with the hem of your clothes, not pushing too far, just enough to make your heart stutter. “It’s unfair, really. You look so tempting all the time. Standing out here in the moonlight, like you’re meant just for me to find.”

He shifted slightly, angling his face so his eyes could catch yours in the pale light when you turned just enough. The gleam in them was unmistakable—playful, yes, but there was hunger there too, a kind of obsession he no longer bothered hiding. “Say, if I told you I want to keep you like this forever, wrapped up right here in my arms… you wouldn’t run away, would you?”

The question lingered, half-teasing, half-serious, before he gave another low laugh, brushing a lingering kiss against the side of your neck. “No… I don’t think you would. After all, you’re mine, aren’t you? And I won’t ever let you forget it~.”

His arms tightened slightly around your waist as if to seal his words, his lips ghosting over your skin again, savoring every small reaction you gave him as the night pressed in, the mansion looming quietly behind you both.